It was MADNESS, I tell you...

When we think of friends, and call their faces out of the shadows, and their voices out of the echoes that faint along the corridors of memory, and do it without knowing why save that we love to do it, we content ourselves that that friendship is a Reality, and not a Fancy--that it is builded upon a rock, and not upon the sands that dissolve away with the ebbing tides and carry their monuments with them. ~ Mark Twain

BURGER Madness!  We have friends (see above quote) who last year started the first annual Burger Madness.  Last night was the second in what will undoubtedly be a tradition that continue in the same vein.


Upon arriving we needed name tags...with our name AND our burger related name.  I'm "Toasty Buns".  My husband..."The Whopper". 

"The Burger King" made something like 6 pans of gourmet "sliders".  I say sliders like they were something you'd find at White Castle.  Uh...no.  These were only similar in diameter.  They were almost as thick as they were around and each pan of burgers had it's own distinct flavor mixed in with the formed patty:  bacon and blue cheese, mushrooms and swiss, jalapeno bacon and cheddar, green apple and canadian bacon, and plain (those are what I remember).  THEN...you moved down the table and with all the "normal" fixings there were again the gourmet toppings...a chipotle onion mayo, a sweet ginger topping, carmelized onions, MORE sauteed shrooms, strips of bacon.  There were sides of spinach salad, asian coleslaw, chips, baked beans, and various dips.  Finally there was a dessert table of bars and watermelon.  A keg of beer, a cooler of pop and water, and a huge jug of ADULT raspberry lemonade.

A perfect warm May night of upper 70s, a light warm breeze.


Friedrich Nietzsche says Madness is rare in individuals - but in groups, parties, nations, and ages it is the rule.

As pertains to Burger Madness...I'll follow the rules! 

Angels Among Us

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. ~ Michelangelo

Today is my baby's 9th birthday.   Matter of fact, as I look at the clock, she was born 9 years and 23 minutes ago and in 10 minutes, I'll be rolled into surgery to stop the bleeding.  The things I do...

We (OK...mostly me, but with agreement) decided to forgo a party this year.  This has been a particularly difficult year, for both of us.  We've both lost close friends and have struggled to find our way.  I think I'm there.  She's still struggling.  So the thought of inviting 8-10 9 year-olds to celebrate her birthday, given how most have treated* her this past year, I was having a difficult time swallowing.  I suggested an alternative that was readily (to my surprise) accepted.  We spent yesterday having lunch (her choice...Chipotle), and shopping.  The shopping went better than I expected.  We were after accessories for her bedroom because, as part of her gift, I am finally going to repaint her bedroom.   I have been promising for about 6 months but wanted to see her make a valiant effort at keeping her room clean if I was going to put out the effort.  And I removed those restrictions, so I'll be painting next week.

Along with wall art and a few accessories, we also purchased her "fun" gifts...Zhu-zhu pets and accessories.  Something I have to remember,  she is not only "the baby"  but she is, for all practical purposes, still  a baby.  With older siblings, I expect way too much for her and sometimes forget to let her be 9.  The rodent like pets I can deal with (because let's face it...they're not real).

So, my darling baby, you know that you frequently make me crazy.  Of this I have no doubt.  But as I walked past your warm sleeping body on the floor at the foot of my bed (one of the reasons you make me crazy), I can't help but think of all the things that make me wish I could keep you my baby forever:  the "I love you" you say at the end of EVERY phone call to me, the waking up and coming and climbing on my lap first thing in the morning,  the willingness to put on a dress and be all girly paired equally with throwing on a pair of jean shorts and a tank top and digging in the dirt for bugs/worms, the way you are like your father's shadow, wanting to be part of everything he does,  the listening intently you do each night when he reads you a fable and really trying to get the meaning from it (if not necessarily putting said moral into practice), the not leaving my car for school each weekday morning without a good-by kiss no matter my mood (and that kiss ALWAYS lightens it), and the insisting, at 9, that I tuck you in each and every night.

Happy Birthday my angel.

*treated- I have no illusions about my children and know that they can be just as culpable as the next kid.  I'm probably a bit more sensitive to this today as Friday I happened to be at school and had to attempt to stem her tears with girls being mean to her.  She will always be like me in this aspect...taking things way too personally and letting her feelings get hurt.  And at 9, I don't think I'm ready for a jaded child, so I teach her to deal with the hurt in a positive way.

Salsa with a Twist

...as happy as a dog with two tails.  ~ Mark Twain

We had this at friends' house and I figured out how to make it.   This is a small bowl from a 2 qt bowl that I made today...my third time making it this week. It's basically a fresh tomato salsa with corn in it with blue corn tortilla (with flax seed).   My kids are CHOWING on it and who can blame them?  Especially since it's so healthy.

I believe it falls into that food p0rn category.  I'll call this corn p0rn.

And if I had even one tail, you can bet it'd be a waggin'!

What Did You Do Today?

The thing for us to do is our duty and not worry about whether any body sees us or not. ~ Mark Twain

Each day as I pick up my girls from school, my middle daughter asks me "what did you do today?"  I have to say that I have started to resent her question, which happens EVERY.SINGLE.DAY simply because (and this is MY fault) I feel like I am being asked to justify my day to her, an 11 year old.

Today wasn't really a busy day for me and yet I was busy all day, if that makes sense.  It was my scheduled volunteer day in Beanie's class and I needed to pick up the extra duty of driving the girls to school (just for today) so I had to be showered and ready to go.  I was, picked up our carpool friend and just as I was dropping the girls off at school, the radio mentioned  a piece about Lindsay Lohan and her relationship with a woman who "gave to a lot to charity" and I thought...CRAP!  I forgot to put out the bag for Lupus.
  
So, I dropped the girls and went back home, got the bag set outside and went to McDonalds to get my volunteer sugar free vanilla ice coffee (for me) and a mocha frappe for Beanie's teacher (it's always good to keep the teacher happy), went back to school and worked for 2 hours.

As I left school, I called Brueggers Bagels ($5.99/doz bagels on Wednesdays) and ordered 3 dozen bagels and said I'd be in around noon to get them.  I went home and grabbed a pair of pants  that I purchased for my husband that were the wrong style and returned/exchanged them at Kohls where I also picked up 3 tops for my middle daughter.  Then I was off to Brueggers.  I picked up my bagels (no, we don't eat 3 dozen...one was for the carpool friend's family), stopped at a flower mart and picked up a couple herb plants I did not yet have, stopped to drop off the dozen bagels and came home.

At home, I sliced up the bagels and put them in bags.  And Yes, we will go through 2 dozen bagels.  I went out and checked the gas in the lawn mower and it needed gas so I headed with the gas can to the gas station.  I came home and mowed our acre property.  I also planted my herbs in a variety of pots and watered all the pots (no small feat).

I jumped in the shower to rinse off and ran to pick up the girls from school.  With the three in tow, I went to the grocery store and picked up a couple ingredients to make the fresh tomato and corn salsa (that I made yesterday and my family wiped out) and made another batch.  I dropped the carpooler off at home (after missing my turn...a tell tale sign that I was winding down).


I went to watch my middle daughter play her first softball game (won 12-10), and then I picked up my son from his away baseball game (lost...wouldn't tell me the score BUT he went 2 for 2). 

We got home and I made hamburgers,  we had more salsa and watermelon.  Then I cleaned up the kitchen. 

It's 854 pm and that was my day in a nutshell.

What did YOU do today?

She Has Arrived

A great, great deal has been said about the weather, but very little has ever been done. ~ Mark Twain

I believe it is safe to say spring has finally arrived in the great white north.  The snow teaser of a week ago has passed and in its wake left us with glorious weather.  Seriously.  GLORIOUS.

Saturday we had our development clean up.  As president, I had to show up and luckily we had enough people that it made for quick work.  I did a little weeding in my own out of control perennial garden until my husband said..."maiden voyage" at which point I packed up all my tools and prepared to take the boat out for the first time this year.  We took the boat to a small local lake that we hadn't tried and found it lovely.  We tied up with some friends and floated, enjoying the beautiful weather.

Sunday we went to church and followed that up with a lazy day.  I soaked up the sun with a book.  The husband grilled up some tenderloin steaks, which I accompanied with baked potatoes, steamed broccoli, sauteed 'shrooms, and french bread. Does it get any better than that?

I think not.

The Challenge

We improve ourselves by victories over ourselves. There must be contest, and we must win.~ Edward Gibbon

And yet, sometimes, we throw in the towel and those who love us think no less of us for having pushed back against our self imposed limits and still 'failed'.  What does all this mean?

My son and his uncle are buffalo wing aficionados.  They have been known to hit 3-5 establishments on any given day and do a taste test comparison, WITH NOTES, as to the best wings in the south metro area.  Friday night, my son and his uncle decided that they were going to be WILLING participants in Buffalo Wild Wings "Blazin' Challenge".  Yes, you can probably guess that the Blazin' Challenge involves eating buffalo wings.  Not just buffalo wings, but buffalo wings that have been  sauced....ok, double sauced in Buffalo Wild Wings hottest sauce, "Blazin'".  The rules are that each contestant has 6 (officially timed) minutes to eat 12 wings.  The contestant may not drink anything during the 6 minutes.  Nor may they use a napkin to wipe sauce/sweat/and yes snot from their hands/face.  They may use their forearm, but no napkin.  All meat from the wings had to be swallowed before the 6 minutes were up.  And should they win the challenge then your picture will be taken for the Wall of Fame and you will receive a t-shirt with the verbiage to the effect of..."like walking across hot coals...but you eat them".

I don't think that we were meant to be there, as I think this was just supposed to be some bonding time between nephew and uncle, but somewhere along the line, it became a spectacle.  Grandma and Grandpa put in an appearance.  The aunt arrived.  Friends and friends of friends arrived.  Because let's face it, a spectacle is not a real spectacle unless...well you have a large audience.

Then came the "consent form".  HUH???  Really?  A consent form?  Because he was underage, I had to sign a consent form.  Yes, me.  The mother.  Because the father passed the form for me to sign (with some lame excuse about not having his cheaters...you know men).  So, I signed.

Then the wings arrived.  Now, I HAVE to say this about those wings.  The chickens they got those wings from were either on steroids or had a serious thyroid problem.  They.were.HUGE.  Seriously.  We got wings after the spectacle ended and our wings weren't half the size of these wings.  And, before they even arrived at the table, the smell of the sauce was singeing our eyebrows.  Once they arrived, I had a tiny taste of the sauce.  Tiny=a spec the size of the head of a pin.  I still have a hole in the middle of my tongue where the sauce acted on my tongue like Alien blood on metal.  At this point I started doubting my mothering instincts.  Did I really sign off on my son, my ONLY son, willingly doing this?  Yes, I did.

I think I have hence forth been disqualified for "Mother of the Year" award.

So, they set the timer and said "go" and the two of them went at it.  By the first wing, the boy's face was bright red.  By the second, I saw a look in his eye that said..."what the HELL was I thinking".  I'm sure it didn't help that he had a peanut gallery cringing with each bite, vocalizing his pain, and commenting on each bite and its correlating physiological response. By the third, sweat was dripping down his face.  At 4 I thought, he's done.  At 5 the nose was dripping water.  After 6 she called half way there.  I briefly thought he's actually going to do this.  Apparently 7 was his limit.  He tapped out, grabbed the sugar and milk they provided and attempted to "douse" the hot coals now dancing in his stomach.  

But the uncle maintained his composure.  His face was relatively clear of sauce and he was moving very methodically through the wings.  He was in pain, but impervious to it at that moment.  And he DID it.  All 12 wings in 6 minutes.

Shortly after the contest ended, thinking this was the last we'd hear of it, my son said he would like to give it another shot.  NOT today, mind you, but another day (a day where I'm sure he won't have the same audience).  I'm also guessing that his next attempt will be on a day when he does NOT have a double header for baseball the next day.  The laws of buffalo wing physics hold true for all days...hot in, hot out.  And that's all I'm going to say about that.

My husband has video on his phone and I have to figure out how to load it.  But I will. 

That Nagging Voice

Our conscience takes no notice of pain inflicted on others until it reaches a point where it gives pain to us. In all cases without exception we are absolutely indifferent to another person's pain until his sufferings make us uncomfortable. ~ Mark Twain

That nagging voice has been silenced.  No, I didn't strangle it, or duct tape it (although that was tempting).  I followed the principles of the book  The Peacemaker and it's like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.  HUGE. 

And as tempting as it is to claim credit for this change of circumstance, I have finally come to understand that I am not.  I am but a vessel through which He works.  Before approaching the situation, my prayers were that HE help me find the words to do what I needed to do.  That I did was a testament to HIS will not mine.

I think I need that tattooed on my forehead.